Senior Martial Brother had always been gentle, the kind that made people feel like a spring breeze had washed over them. Even when he was cold, it was only toward enemies.
This was the first time Situ Jian had seen Mo Hua look at him with such icy eyes. He felt as though the blood throughout his body were about to freeze.
At the same time, shame and pain tangled within his heart.
"Senior Martial Brother, this is not a place to talk. Let's... find somewhere else."
Seeing Situ Jian like this, Mo Hua could not bear to say more. He nodded.
Situ Jian led Mo Hua to the top of a tall building at the center of the encampment.
Having once served as the Great Wilderness Divine Shaman, Mo Hua knew the customs of Wilderness tribes well. He knew this tower had likely once been used to worship some Barbarian God. He could still smell traces of divine aura in the air.
But now, the tribe had been destroyed, its idol toppled, and its tower occupied.
The tribe's people had all been reduced to "slaves."
Not slaves of the Wilderness, but slaves of the Dao Court, slaves of the Nine Provinces.
Sitting at the edge of the tower and looking down, Mo Hua could see children kneeling on the ground, crawling and begging for a chance to live.
There were also Barbarian Slaves covered in whip marks, laboring away.
Not to mention the women in the distance, stripped naked, their dignity utterly crushed as they were picked over and traded like goods.
Mo Hua looked upon everything before him without expression.
Situ Jian sent away the two elders of the Situ Clan, then sat across from Mo Hua. He sighed, remained silent for a long while, and only then